Death Cab

No not the band. I was scanning through Azhar's now defunct blog and came across the entry on his encounter with an interesting yet peculiar taxi driver. That experience of his brought me back to a couple of weeks ago when, if I remembered correctly, I was late for Mediasoc tutorial.

So I hopped onto a cab to school, and hey, the driver was a malay-cum-thai-cum-tamil-cum-viatnamese-cum-french-cum-german-speaking chinese taxi driver. And yes, he demonstrated all the languages to me along the journey. So he started off with "Apa khabar (how are you)?", and went on speaking in unfamiliar languages, like say, I've no idea. But according to him, he was conversing in French and German and all those languages that one would be boastful to know about. Yes he was a fucking show-off.

So, halfway through the journey, he was going on and on about what smart asses his children are:

Taxi dude: Wah I tell you, Uncle's children very smart one. My eldest son is in NUS, my daughter is in La'Selle (or however you spell it), and my youngest child is in JC. They all ah... (pauses for a while to focus on the road as he steers to the next lane)

Fizzi: Hmm, not bad ah un- (cut off short)

Taxi dude: Yeah uncle was saying, wah they all ah really make me proud la. Some more ah, they- (BRAKES HARD TO AVOID CRASHING INTO THE VAN IN FRONT)



Fizzi: wah cheebye uncle, knnbccb *&%^$%!! (I nearly peed in my pants, but i didn't of course).

Taxi dude: (Seeing that everyone (being me and him) was fine, he went on to step on the gas)

And to my utter disbelief.... he.... well...he continued where he left off! As if nothing had happened.

Taxi dude: Hmm, oh yeah, uncle was saying again ah, my sons and daughter.........blah blah

Who does he think he is? Jackie Chan in The Tuxedo? Since that day, I never took a cab again. Right up until a couple of days later when I was late for school once more.

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